~TIANA'S [POV]~
After Demetri left, leaving me alone in the heavy silence of the room, I slid off the bed on shaky legs and made my way to the bathroom.
I turned on the faucet, letting the cool water run for a few seconds before cupping some in my palms to drink. Then I splashed the rest over my face. The cold shock slightly helped to steady my racing pulse, though the fear lodged inside my chest refused to ease.
If the man Sienna mentioned was truly Uncle Rowan, then how had he survived that night of the m******e?
I pressed a trembling hand against the cool marble sink, steadying myself as memories flooded back with vivid clarity. I could still recall every horrific detail, from the beginning to the very bitter end. Every scream, every gunshot, every desperate plea was forever carved
